This anxiety had driven her to delve into the developnt of combat magic, which she initially had little interest in.
Fortunately, everything went quite smoothly.
"Finally, it's completed. With this system, those little ones' safety is sowhat assured."
Wearing an exhausted expression, Dorothy looked at the cute little animal badges on the table and finally heaved a long sigh of relief.
"I am indeed a genius, the developnt of this combat system turned out to be quite simple, not as difficult as I had imagined."
With her concerns addressed, the hobody witch started feeling smug again.
There were twelve badges in total, five of which were intended for the magical girls, including Koreya, making up the first generation of five magical girls, and the remaining seven were for herself and her sisters.
One for herself, one for each of the sisters Madeline and Audrey, one for Alice, one for Senior Mia, and the last two were prepared in advance for Sophia and Senior Fanny.
After all, Sophia, that tsundere angel, would definitely not ask for one actively, but if you really forgot her, she would secretly get upset and still pretend like she was not angry at all on the surface.
As for Senior Fanny... well, she would want sothing if others had it, or else she'd make a fuss that could disrupt everything you do.
Thinking about this, Dorothy felt a bit better.
She grabbed the badges and headed out the door, planning to distribute them first.
Although they looked like cute badge jewelry on the surface, these little cuties were actually more like magical girls' transforrs. Once activated, the spiritual tal material in the badges would disintegrate and then rge into the magical girls' mana armor and mana weapons, turning the magically fictitious armor and weapons into real entities, thereby greatly enhancing their defensive and offensive power.
Although they were no match for a real witch's battle robe and witch's wand, given the current tough conditions, they had to make do.
Moreover, Dorothy felt that this fusion of magic and equipnt had great potential. If she continued to study it, it might turn into a new school of equipnt flow.
For now, these badges were just the initial experintal version, with materials and craftsmanship still sowhat rudintary, but the hobody witch already had optimization plans in mind.
The reason she hadn't started improving them right now was one, the magical girls really needed them urgently, and two, it was because...
Oh my, why do I still have to worry about money even in my dreams?
Dorothy's expression turned bitter, which was quite distressing.
This ti, the experintal materials were sponsored by Senior Mia. Unfortunately, in this Witch's Night, Senior Mia was no longer the wealthiest woman in the Western Universe, owning only a small comrce association now, which ant the support she could offer Dorothy was limited.
Fortunately, Senior Mia's business has been booming recently. True to her Midas touch, switching worlds hadn't slowed her down, and the financial strain was likely to ease soon. Eventually, Dorothy would receive more funding for her research.
Although living off Senior Mia's sponsorship was sowhat embarrassing, Dorothy was not one to freeload. Could researchers being funded be considered freeloaders? No, this was clearly collaboration.
Lately, Senior Mia's booming business had a lot to do with Dorothy, whose Golden Town Comrce Association's main venture now dealt with high-end magic potions that she had developed and formulated. This was a technical investnt, not a handout for funds.
Anyway, things were gradually getting better—how she hoped everything would continue to go well.
Dorothy thought to herself and then humd a tune as she walked out of the underground magic laboratory.
However, so flags really shouldn't be set, as the hobody witch's good mood didn't last long. She had just arrived at the church, ready to attend today's lesson with the Divine King, but from quite a distance, she saw the succubus sisters Madeline and Audrey hurriedly approaching her.
Seeing the hurried appearance of the sisters, Dorothy felt a sudden throb in her heart, a bad premonition filling her mind.
And indeed...
"Miss, I just received news that an envoy corps has suddenly headed from the Holy City towards the City of Sin. Those people are moving very fast; when the scout sent back the ssage, they had already left and might be nearly here now. I suspect that those angels might be specifically targeting us."
Madeline walked in and went straight to the point.
Upon hearing this, Dorothy's face also changed.
The succubus sisters had always assisted their Mother, the queen of the succubi, in managing the intelligence network; as one of the largest information brokers in the world, there was little doubt about the accuracy of their information.
This situation was serious then.
The headquarters of the Church of Glory, the Holy City, and the City of Sin, where demon followers resided, had always been archenemies; whenever these two t, it was usually direct combat — no envoys needed.
Moreover, normally, this kind of envoy exchange doesn't happen without prior notice; usually, the other side is inford beforehand to prepare. There was no indication before this—suddenly, a group shows up; what is this really, an exchange of envoys or a door-kicking squad to ruin the show?
"Senior sister, the people in the city are also indecisive right now, but I think it must definitely be those angels causing trouble. They've been quiet for so long; they might have been accumulating their strength all this while. Maybe they want to wipe us out in one fell swoop. Should we pull back first?"
Audrey was also sowhat anxious as she manipulated the fox doll, speaking through it while her fluffy tail flicked restlessly behind her.
Little Fox was now just a normal mix of foxfolk and succubus, her previously peacock-like nine bushy tails reduced to one. However, it was clear that Audrey had carefully grood that one large tail, which now puffed up soft and fluffy, resembling a golden fox carrot or a cotton candy from afar, quite adorable.
But now was not the ti to appreciate junior sister's tail, as Dorothy's brows were also tightly furrowed, and she agreed with Audrey's speculation.
They had to rember that this Witch's Night wasn't the usual AI mode; the knowledge of this plot wasn't just available to the witches, the angels had it too.
The Divine King in history managed to grow step by step not just because she was truly formidable with rapid growth potential, but also because the proud angels underestimated her.
The historical Lord of Glory made the classic villain's mistake often seen in stories, constantly feeding the protagonist experience - never sending overwhelming challenges but rather opponents just right for the Divine King to exploit opportunistically.
And by the ti the Lord of Glory realized sothing was amiss and wanted to step in to squash the Divine King, it was already too late.
If the Lord of Glory had been aware of the plot back then, instead of just a fragnt of her essence, it might have been her full self that descended upon the Witch World.
No, perhaps the Lord of Glory wouldn't have descended at all, she had chosen to descend before to fully harvest the resources of the Witch World, not wanting them to go to waste. If she had known how terrifying the Divine King was, she might not have cared about the resources at all and just smashed the whole world with one slap.
Fortunately, such a hellish start seed unlikely now. Just as none of them could take on the role of the Divine King, similarly, it was unlikely any of the angels could represent a boss-level character like the Lord of Glory.
The best start for those angels was probably just the identities of the early angels summoned to the netherworld by the church.
But that was terrifying enough. A full-strength angel against them, a group of mortals not yet witches, would be a massacre.
If the angels now truly abandoned martial morality and launched a surprise attack on their headquarters, it would be like a mid-ga boss teleporting into a novice village to block the door; how would they continue playing this broken ga?
Thinking of this, Dorothy beca anxious. She imdiately thought about consulting with Father Adam; perhaps it was ti for them to run again...
Ah, not run — tactically retreat.
But she hadn't even managed to take two steps when she was stunned and turned back, looking towards the sky.
From there, a holy light arose, its brilliance even outshining that of the sun and was dazzlingly spectacular.
But this also made Dorothy's face turn pale.
...Amongst the pomp of the angels...
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